I took a swig of whiskey, trying to think about what to do with her and how to get her to talk. She’d managed to get too far under my skin, another reason I’d avoided the actual ritual of dating. It was too risky for several reasons.
Including a very personal one.
Yet here I was, unable to resist her.
Not. One. Inch.
Ugh. I was furious with myself. Although she certainly had earned the spanking.
What I’d thought about in the last hour or so was that she likely had no idea my company had been on track to purchase the building. If I knew her, that wouldn’t go over very well. Although she was well aware the closure of her shop was right around the corner. Maybe I could use that to my benefit.
“What if she tries to escape?” he asked, which was a decent question.
“You still have that pair of handcuffs in your trunk.” I threw him a look, smiling when I did.
He snorted. “You bet I do. Although I must admit I use them for more sensual actions.”
“I don’t want to hear about your sex life, buddy. Handcuff her to the bed if you need to.”
I’d fretted over her during the night, forcing the doctor we had at our paid disposal to come to the house to check on her. I’d even instructed him to give her a sleeping aid. The last thing I’d wanted was for her to wake up in the middle of the night.
But forgetting about Indiana caused me to realize how ill-equipped I was with dealing with anything remotely normal.
“That I can do,” he offered. “There’s still no sighting of the guy, but I have all our best people searching for the truck.”
“My guess is you’ll find it torched somewhere.”
“What the hell happened?”
I swirled my drink. “I don’t know and my guest isn’t interested in talking just yet.”
My mouth watered just thinking about her, my cock aching from the agonizing need to take her all over again. She was a fighter, much more so than I’d anticipated. Was it possible she was telling me the truth?
I loathed variables. They disrupted business and that irritated the hell out of me. She’d mentioned a tattoo on the man’s neck. Maybe that would lead to some level of confirmation as to who was behind the attack.
And whether he was associated with the Las Riveras. First things first. I’d made her a promise I intended on keeping.
“You sure you don’t want me to order a couple soldiers to go with you?”
I shook my head. “Not at this point. I doubt whoever planned that attack, if it was anything other than a spur of the moment situation given my appearance, will try so again quickly. They’ll be licking their wounds. Make certain you put word out on the street that anyone who brings me the bastard will receive a hefty bonus.”
“Dead or alive?”
As I poured back the last of my glass, I thought about the question. “I don’t give a shit which, as long as his identity is revealed.”
I grabbed her purse, yanking out her keys. What I didn’t find was her phone.
“Did you grab her phone?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s not here.”
Enzo grimaced. “I’ll see if I can find it.”
Goddamn it. Could this week get any fucking worse?
I’d certainly never been the kind of man to experience guilt. Definitely not with any men I’d had a disagreement with.
